And how the Lord has blessed us! Here are two spiritual stories about helping lift from this week:

Once upon a time we met a man named Jamie and he needed some real help (rent, food, etc) but as missionaries we can't offer that. But we prayed with him, shared a scripture, and bore testimony of God's love. It touched him deeply and one miracle led to another and he now has a well-paying job and is being taught by the elders. So he had been passed to another set of missionaries, but one day we were driving and Hermana Limb said, "Why don't we stop by and see how Jamie is doing?" Well, I'm never against that, so we drop by, knock on the door and... he isn't there. We are really confused. Hermana Limb really felt like we needed to be there. We knock on all the doors and no one answers. we are more confused. Well, I suppose it is time to go. As we are walking away, a door opens. Her name is Denice, she is a sweet black lady that just moved from South Carolina a few months ago, and she is a member! And wants to come to church! She just didn't know where it was or what time. 

There is always a reason.

Now, remember Nate? He's the one that came to General Conference. We hadn't seen him since them (and he's never home) but at the end of one pretty miserable day, Hermana Limb says, "Hey, we should go check on Nate". Well, I'm never against that, so we drop by, knock on the door and... he's there! We are ecstatic. He said, "God works in mysterious ways. I didn't even need to check who it was. I knew it was you." We find out he wants to leave his bad situation, he's trying to get a better job, and wants to come to church. 

And guess what? Through a series of miracles, acts of service, a donated suit, and some sacrifice Nate comes to church in a white suit and tie. Hermana Limb and I were smiling from ear to ear the whole day long. 

Who knew you could love people so much?

The mission is great. It really is. I hope you are all lifting where you stand and ministering to others. Go forth as a disciple of Jesus Christ.

 

Con Amor, 

Hermana Fletcher

PS- My entire postscript today is going to be my fun stories. And pictures. 

Two stories: 

I have this addiction and it only gets stronger as we approach Halloween. I. Love. Scaring people. Especially my companion. so one day it's during lunch time and we've done some stuff and now she's working on dishes and I decide, "I think I could scare her in the next few minutes" So I go hide behind my Arizona flag and a stack of chairs and wait. And she finishes the dishes, makes some Nachos, sits down with some salsa, etc. She thinks I'm asleep in the back room. She eats her chips. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. 

I jump out with a shout!

CHIPS GO FLYING. I was dying. It was hilarious. 

Also, we are tracting and we knock on a door with crosses and a picture of Christ. This nice black lady answers and invites us in. On the wall we see a HUGE photo of the Obama family. We ask about it and she looks around all shifty and says, "I don't like to tell people around here, but you seem alright. Michelle is my cousin!" 

Yep that's right, we met Michelle Obama's cousin in a trailer park in Dudley, North Carolina.

:D

And finally, Hermana Limb celebrated her 8 month mark this last week! And you know me and celebrations! #Dessert #creampuffs